Chapter 3

Kenneth, unable to contain his eagerness, asked Isabel out the very next day.

I took great care in helping Isabel get ready and kept in constant contact with her.

Their date was at a fancy new restaurant. I had wanted to go there for our wedding anniversary not long ago, but Kenneth acted like he didn't hear a word I said.

Yet, for a rich and beautiful woman who wasn't his yet, he was willing to spend money like water.

I wasn't surprised.

Just as I was about to follow them, I opened the door and saw Cathryn already standing there. She glared at me, seething with rage, "Why are you still dragging out this divorce with Kenneth? Is it fun to cling to a man who doesn't love you?"

I remained unruffled and looked at her with a knowing smile, "Did he tell you he had a social engagement today, that his direct superior would be there, and he couldn't accompany you?" "What are you talking about? I don't understand." Cathryn's eyes flickered, but I knew I had hit the mark.

Kenneth always used the same excuse when lying to me.

"Come on, I'll take you somewhere so you can see just how important you really are to him."

In the dim light, Kenneth was gazing at Isabel with heartfelt emotion, confessing his feelings.

"Isabel, I think about you every day. I only blame myself for not being brave enough back then, which is why we missed each other in the crowded world. But those destined to be together will always reunite."

Isabel picked up her wine glass and took a sip, fearing she might throw up.

It wasn't a matter of missed opportunities; she simply had no interest in Kenneth during their school days.

Back then, Kenneth was awkward and insecure, almost invisible in a crowd.

The immaculately dressed and exuding charisma man before her was my creation.

Yet, he now thought I was no longer good enough for him and was trying every way to climb higher. "Kenneth, actually, I... I liked you a lot back then." Isabel demurely tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "That's why I haven't dated anyone all these years."

Such an obviously unreliable lie wouldn't fool anyone with a functioning brain.

But how could a man full of himself doubt it?

Kenneth was instantly excited, grabbing Isabel's hand.

He had always known that Isabel's indifference back then was just a girl's modesty.

How could anyone resist a man as charming as him?

Just as they were bearing their souls, Cathryn, in a fit of madness, rushed over in a few quick strides.

She had witnessed firsthand how Kenneth, who claimed to love only her, was now pledging his loyalty to another woman. She hadn't expected that being a cheater wasn't enough; he wanted another mistress! "You home-wrecking witch, how dare you seduce my man!"

Cathryn, full of fury, picked up a wine glass and threw its contents at Isabel.

Isabel was so frightened that her face turned pale, and she let out a scream.

The next second, Kenneth stepped in front of her, playing the knight in shining armor, and took the entire glass of red wine on his expensive suit.

He was furious, losing all his usual gentleness. "What are you crazy about? Who's your man?" In bed, he could swear eternal love to Cathryn, but outside, Kenneth had to maintain his reputation as a high-society figure.

Many eyes were drawn to the commotion, watching with rapt attention like a soap opera.

Those stares drove Kenneth mad.

Some even took out their phones to record the scene.

Cathryn didn't care about any of this. She felt like her world had collapsed and lunged at Kenneth, scratching at Isabel with her nails. "He's mine! Get lost and stop fighting with me..." Her sharp, shrill voice pierced Kenneth's eardrums.

One was a privileged and beautiful daughter of an official, the other a mere secretary for his amusement. He knew exactly who to choose. To gain favor with Isabel and avoid becoming the talk of the town, he couldn't help but push Cathryn heavily to the ground. "I don't know this crazy woman!" Cathryn screamed, not expecting Kenneth to actually lay hands on her.

She fell hard to the ground, clutching her stomach in pain.

Beneath her, a pool of blood began to form.

She had a miscarriage.